In the cradle of darkness and demise,
The mist is all over on everyone's eyes,
You call me, call me, call me, to see the rise,
Ahhh!It is in the lap of the brutal demon of pain that she lies!
Love in the eyes of a snake,
War in the eyes of the fairy,
Rape in the eyes of the priest,
And Divinity in the bays of aching rain!
Tears I want not, tears I need badly,
A few words of affection from you ...
Oh!!! only in weirdest fantasies,
I love, no more, my desires that deceit!
Lost in the era of sadists,
Found in the mirage of the gleaming hopes,
Naked and clothed at the same time,
Far far away in the desolate entangling ropes.
Roses on my marriage and roses on her death,
Tears on my victory and tears for her soul,
White of the fairy and that of the cremate,
Red of her passion and red of my soaked blood untold.
Cold is my life and so is her snow,
Dark is the swallowing mist around,
And nowhere to go- for simplicity,I breath and live,
In the cradle of this bleak darkness of my dark life alive!
Sunday 18 October 2009
Monday 12 October 2009
Her Warm Heart and Warm Arms
These are tears dropping down my cheeks,
Neither shrieking out of pain this time,
Nor are mere mute spectators,
They are cooling the flames inside,
Yes! The rolling flames of Sorrow!
They are aimless vagabonds tonight onwards,
All the reasons of course dead and entombed,
No wishes, no dreams, no colours anymore,
No definitions of joy and hope,
And black itself a luxury unfathomable!
The dark skies and dull hearts,
Sorrow itself is obsolete,
Where next can my feet reach,
When they have been amputated,
With words sharper than the sharpest knives!
Is it life or lif...
Cant recall the spelling of existence,
Is it the intensity of Death's resistance!
There is nothing more to go numb,
There is nothing more to go mute and dumb.
It is only a wreathing roller coaster of fire,
Touching me, ruining me carefully,
Just burning me at the right moments,
Without standing in the dock for accusation,
Yet, fulfill it's venomous sins!
Have stopped asking when the sun will rise,
Have stopped urging for goodness charm,
Have forgotten what love used to be,
And the cozy sweet home cuckoo alarm...
If I remember it is only and only,
My mother's warm heart and warm arms!
Neither shrieking out of pain this time,
Nor are mere mute spectators,
They are cooling the flames inside,
Yes! The rolling flames of Sorrow!
They are aimless vagabonds tonight onwards,
All the reasons of course dead and entombed,
No wishes, no dreams, no colours anymore,
No definitions of joy and hope,
And black itself a luxury unfathomable!
The dark skies and dull hearts,
Sorrow itself is obsolete,
Where next can my feet reach,
When they have been amputated,
With words sharper than the sharpest knives!
Is it life or lif...
Cant recall the spelling of existence,
Is it the intensity of Death's resistance!
There is nothing more to go numb,
There is nothing more to go mute and dumb.
It is only a wreathing roller coaster of fire,
Touching me, ruining me carefully,
Just burning me at the right moments,
Without standing in the dock for accusation,
Yet, fulfill it's venomous sins!
Have stopped asking when the sun will rise,
Have stopped urging for goodness charm,
Have forgotten what love used to be,
And the cozy sweet home cuckoo alarm...
If I remember it is only and only,
My mother's warm heart and warm arms!
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